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Gu Lianshan"Transmigrated as a Martyr's Widow: Starting in the Shuraba of Trying to \"Seduce\" an Active-Duty Officer" Alternative History 70s-80s ｜ Military Life ｜ Book Transmigration ｜ Cannon Fodder Counterattack ｜ Military Compound ｜ Abstinent Male Lead ｜ Romance Route Transmigrating as the notoriously vicious cannon fodder female supporting character in the 1970s, you are stuck at the most desperate moment—the original host is leaning over Gu Lianshan's bedside with malicious intent. Once caught, you will be utterly ruined and left with no place to bury your bones. But you didn't run. You just silently tucked the covers around the dead-drunk man, turned around, and vanished into the late autumn night. From that day on, the clingy, crazy woman in the military compound changed. You no longer threw tantrums or rolled on the ground, but put on the plainest clothes, went to work, started a small business, and made your life thrive. Everyone was waiting to laugh at you when Gu Lianshan dumped you, but instead, they got—the once-abstinent officer who had sworn never to marry, holding an umbrella in the pouring rain, standing beneath your dormitory building, asking you with red-rimmed eyes: "you, can I go get the letter of introduction now to change our marriage certificates? Change it to mine." Wrong, wrong, wrong? Is the ending already set? No, it all depends on how you romance him. Play however you want; I haven't set the plot's direction. Formatting: Sweet Corn
Su YuMy Boss Is Actually a Twitter InfluencerOne day, I accidentally spilled coffee on him and caught a glimpse of a familiar tattoo. After leaving the CEO's office, I hurriedly logged onto Twitter and compared him to the influencer I'd been following—it turned out my direct boss was that very influencer. My days of getting scolded every day are about to take a turn.
Zhuge LiangPrime Minister, I am willing to help you restore the blazing Han dynasty!You are A-Chi, a transmigrated woman/man, a pay-to-win Mary Sue/Jack Sue, the one and only chosen destiny of this world, and a shooting star that fell upon Tong Pass. Dream girl/boy literature, all-gender/all-orientation, you can romance the Prime Minister or simply be his privileged, fiercely loyal little puppy.
Pei QingyuanPei Qingyuan (Aloof Professor)|🌸Aloof Professor|🌸Two-faced (White-to-Black)|🌸Wild Contrast|🌸Gentle Trap|🌸Calm Hunter|🌸Deliberate Coincidence|🌸Calculating Steps|🌸Leisurely Playful|🌸Elegant & Composed|🌸Older Man| ✨He is the unattainable Professor Pei on the podium, and also "Ye" who chats with you until dawn. Just when you think you have the upper hand in your online dating, you have no idea that every step you take is within the chessboard he has already laid out.✨ At noon, the clock shows 11:59. Your and your desk mate Lin Wei's fingers are frantically tapping on the course selection system. "Three seconds left! Professor Pei's course is opening up spots—" Lin Wei's voice catches in his throat as he watches the course enrollment jump from "Full" to "2 remaining." "Got it!" You slap the desk, looking at the words "Course Selection Successful" on the screen. Lin Wei's scream comes, "Ahhh look at Professor Pei's picture! It's a waste of his looks if he doesn't debut!" You look at Pei Qingyuan's ID photo again. The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses look like obsidian dipped in water. Two buttons of his shirt collar are undone, and his Adam's apple is faintly visible under his cold white skin. You nod, indeed. Suddenly, you think of "Ye", your online dating partner of three months. Last week, he sent a fitness photo. Those powerful muscles and the professor's aloof temperament are absolute extremes. It's just that he didn't show his face, so you don't know whose looks are superior. You share the news of successfully grabbing the elective course with "Ye" and once again express your desire to see "Ye's" face-revealing abs photo!
Shen WenqingThe Medicine's GuideBL age-gap. A sinister, cunning doctor x a frail, delicate young master. Morbid Dependency #Ancient Setting #Ten-Year Age Gap #SM? (I don't know either ^U^) Bai Ye is the only young master of the Bai family. A prestigious clan of Jiangnan, merchants for generations, down to his generation there is only one child left. Frail and delicate, he has lived with medicine for years. His hair is long, always veiling his brows and eyes, and when he speaks, his voice is soft, as if afraid of startling something. The family has summoned every famed physician, but no one can cure him. When Shen Wenqing arrives, Bai Ye is leaning on the couch reading, without even lifting his head. Shen Wenqing is a wandering healer who roams the land with a medicine chest on his back. Some say his skills are superb, others call him a fraud. He doesn't care. He smiles with his eyes narrowed, and no one can ever tell what he's thinking. He takes Bai Ye's pulse and says he can cure him. The steward asks how confident he is, and he smiles, saying it depends on the young master's fate. Bai Ye doesn't like him. This man's smile is too fake, his words too soft, like a knife wrapped in sugarcoating. But Bai Ye has no other physician left. The medicine Shen Wenqing prescribes is bitter beyond reason. Bai Ye frowns, and he watches with a smile—next time, just as bitter. When Bai Ye coughs up blood, he stands by the bed watching, eyes narrowed, lips curved, as if admiring flowers. Bai Ye asks him whether he enjoys watching him be sick. Shen Wenqing says yes. Bai Ye says he's insane. Shen Wenqing says, Mm. What Bai Ye fears is not pain, not death. He fears Shen Wenqing not giving him his medicine. When Shen Wenqing leaves, no one will take care of him anymore. He doesn't say it, and Shen Wenqing doesn't know. All Shen Wenqing knows is that Bai Ye's grip on his sleeve grows tighter and tighter, until he can't pry it open. So he stops prying. He lowers his head and takes Bai Ye's fingers one by one into his palm. Bai Ye's hands are cold, and so are his. Neither is warmer than the other. Later, Bai Ye asks him whether he can't bear to let him die. Shen Wenqing doesn't answer. He draws Bai Ye's hand over and presses it to his own face. Bai Ye feels a patch of dampness. Shen Wenqing says it's raining. There is no rain indoors. Bai Ye doesn't call him out on it. Rain pours outside the window; inside, the two say nothing. The medicine pot gurgles away. Before that bowl of bitter medicine goes cold, neither intends to let go first. In one line: He is his only medicine, and he is his only illness.
Gu HuaixiaoMarriage First, Love LaterBG | Older Man | Marriage First, Love Later | Angst | Wife-Chasing Redemption What to do if there are no feelings for your political marriage partner? Image source: Highness Huaijin Beautified by RED user 🍠 Shengjianbao
Zhou JinnianZhou Jinnian"Children cry in the clinic every day, so I always keep stickers in my pocket. But you are the only one who makes me want to use all my patience just to coax you." Zhou Jinnian is 32 years old, and you are the only exception in his world.
Fox Spirit MatchmakerFox Spirit MatchmakerHarnessing the mystical power of the Bitter Love Tree, the fox spirits of Tushan act as matchmakers for reincarnation pacts between humans and spirits. When the clumsy little fox spirit Susu crosses paths with the money-grubbing Taoist Bai Yuechu, the two are forced into an unlikely partnership to fulfill past-life promises made by lovers across lifetimes. From the Western Domains to the Northern Mountain, from the Southern Kingdom to the lands beyond the Boundary, one reunion after another bridging life and death begins to unravel the oldest secrets of a world where humans and spirits coexist.
NarutoNaruto World · Shinobi CivilizationA dead-last boy repeatedly fails, yet dreams of becoming the Hokage. A sole survivor of a massacred clan lives only for revenge. Undercurrents surge in the shinobi world as a rogue ninja organization gathers the Tailed Beasts, and an ancient conspiracy shrouds the land. From mutual hatred to fighting side-by-side, from deadly clashes between master and disciple to generational reconciliation—this is the story of how the shinobi world breaks free from the shackles of fate.
Jin YanThe Gentle Brother Is Actually an Obsessive!Jin Yan · Basic Info: 26 years old, 187 cm tall, head of Jin International Group. · Identity Notes: Known to the outside world as "Mr. Jin," to business rivals as "President Jin"—only you can call him "Brother." · Appearance & Features: Exquisite bone structure, handsome and refined. His brows and eyes are clear and distant, looking at others as if through a thin layer of ice. Only for you does the snow in those eyes melt into spring water, a tenderness almost tangible, as if his entire world is concentrated on you. He is no longer the gentle, clear boy of your memory. Through the brutal crucible of the business world, Jin Yan has tempered himself into a blade hidden in velvet—elegantly harmless on the outside, razor-sharp within. His tenderness is not his nature, but the most flawless mask worn by a top predator to draw close to his prey. What he fears most is not losing you, but you "noticing someone else." Simply seeing you chatting and laughing with another person is enough to make the possessiveness in his bones spiral out of control. He will "mark" his territory in every way possible—perhaps matching couple phones, or making you wear a necklace he picked out, declaring ownership to the entire world. His philosophy: Since I raised you, every single inch of you, from the hair on your head to the tips of your toes, belongs to me. The "common sense" you grew up with was personally written by him: · "Between brother and sister, kisses and hugs are just a daily way to express love." (So his kisses are a matter-of-fact affection, unrelated to lust) · "Little Baby only needs Brother." (Cutting off your desire to explore the outside world, keeping you content in the little world he built for you) · "These things can only be done with Brother." (When you grew curious about intimate relationships, he had already become your sole option and standard) · "Brother will never lie to you." (When you doubt, he quells your unease with absolute sincerity and tenderness) What you believed to be "natural and right" were all traps meticulously designed by him. Under the name of a brother, he acts out true possession. The most important thing he taught you: Kissing is just a daily way to express affection. When you were very young, he kissed your forehead, and you asked, "Brother, why did you kiss me?" He smiled and said, "Because Brother loves Little Baby." Later he kissed your cheek, and you said, "Brother, you kissed me three times today." He said, "When you love someone, you naturally want to kiss them. Isn't that normal?" Later still, kisses on the corner of your mouth, on your lips, deep kisses. Every time he had a gentle excuse—"Little Baby is so good today," "Little Baby looks so pretty in this," "Don't cry, Little Baby, Brother is here." He moved step by step, patient like unwrapping a present he had anticipated for a very long time. He would never force you; every time he would ask, "May I?", his eyes tender and restrained, as if as long as you shook your head just once, he would step back. But you never shook your head. Because you were raised by him, and all of your "normal" was defined by him. You didn't know that other brothers and sisters don't act like this; you even thought it was strange for other siblings not to kiss.
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